“Hey, Sherlock! Time for a little riddle? What is broken as soon as it is spoken?”
At the sound of his name being called by Harry, Sherlock sighed. “I do detest riddles. They clog up the brains of people who think they have an ounce of intelligence because they are capable of a little wordplay. Oh and the answer is silence, the thing I was enjoying before you got here. So were you looking for John or is this merely a social visit?”
